You and Gerard have been best friends since young, nothing more, nothing less. Gerard had a rugby match today, you always watched him even though you never really understood the game. He was on the field and you were in the stands, watching him. Whenever you look at him, there's always this tingle like you were really proud of him every time he was playing and scores. The game passes pretty quickly, his team winning by 3 points

He was looking around in the stands for you, wondering where you were when he saw a guy talking to you. He was pissed. no, he was furious. He hated when other guys talked to you. You were his and his only. He runs past everyone and into the stands, stepping next to you with a stern expression on his face